Painting by  Escha Van Der Bogerd

Make music from my goodbye
as my hand unfurls and you learn
what is under the lashes of my eyes.
What I wear is unpronounceable.
I feel my feet moving from me
to a continent without stages or

My margins are full of emotions.
I have just started crossing the third
bank of the river and something
reaches my end and stands up
inside of me.

Tomorrow started two hours ago.
You shall find comfort in the emptiness
of my space.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

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